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Elliot was hesitant to give the gift to Two Time.
It wasn’t because he thought they wouldn’t like it, it was more because Two Time was kind of scary. They didn’t really interact with the other survivors. They just stayed in their room all day doing god knows what.
But he also felt like they needed a little bit of company. He felt bad for them, he knew that part of the reason why they hid themself away most of the time was because the others viewed them as scary, weird, a freak.
It was around nine in the morning when Elliot knocked on his door. He waited for Two Time to open it before he spoke.
Two Time looked slightly dazed, like the knock was what had just woken them up. Their hair was messy and they blinked a couple times, looking him up and down to try and process who he was.
”Oh- hello, Elliot! What brings you here?” Their usual unnerving grin came back once they woke up a little more.
”Ah… I just felt like you could use a gift. Considering you’re alone in here a lot.” He smiled sheepishly and showed them the gift he had gotten for them.
It was a medium sized plushie of a shark. A Blahaj if you will. It was large enough for Two Time to cuddle, he hoped that they would appreciate it. He handed it to them, their smile getting bigger.
Two Time only grinned more. They took the plushie and held it close to their chest.
”What a glorious gift. Thank you, Elliot! May the Spawn bring you good fortune and luck!”
Elliot sighed in relief when he saw them this happy, pulling the plushie close to their chest and nuzzling it. Whenever Two Time thanked him and started talking about Spawn, he always got a little uncomfortable. But he understood that it was just their way of showing gratitude.
”I’ll uh.. leave you to it. Just remember to come down for dinner tonight, okay?”
”Anything you say, Elliot!” They giggled and waved before closing the door. Elliot could hear the lock click as well.
When Elliot left, Two Time walked over to their bed and sat down. They held onto the plushie, looking it over multiple times. It was cute. Two Time never really understood why they would make plushies of such scary creatures where they’re cute, but they just appreciated that Elliot had given them a gift.
That night, Two Time did go down for dinner like they promised. They usually didn’t do so, so this heavily relieved Elliot. He made sure to take less so they could have extra portions. Two Time was very skinny. Concerningly so. Having Two Time eat this much was a huge relief.
Then, after dinner, Two Time went up to their room. No socializing or anything. Because they had a plan in mind.
They locked the door to their room again and sat down on the bed. They grabbed the plushie and looked over it for a couple of seconds before fully making up their mind.
They pulled down their sweatpants before kicking them off, making a soft thud as they went down. Then, their boxers went. Right next to the sweatpants.
They had their eyes on Elliot for a while. He had a stupid nerdy smile, and he was slightly sassy but still down to earth. He was very handsome too. Especially his body… The uniform he wore wasn’t loose, and Two Time was thankful for that every day.
They sat themself down on top of the stuffed animal, sighing with a small smile. The idea that Elliot had gotten this just for them… and he had held it. He had touched it. And it was all for them.
They bit their lip and spread their legs a bit, letting their cunt rest on top of the large fin on the stuffed animal. Their grin got bigger as they slowly started to move back and forth.
They didn’t do this very often. Touching themself? Almost every night, they were very hormonal after all. But they rarely ever used another object. Usually it was just their hands.
And this felt heavenly. They would have to do this more often…
They wrapped their thighs around the body of the plushie, making the fin dig slightly deeper into their entrance.
They took a deep breath and closed their eyes, moving back and forth faster. The soft fabric rubbing against their clit was better than they ever thought it would be. They sped up again, letting out a soft gasp.
They had gotten good at staying quiet, but this felt heavenly. They continuously let out tiny gasps, rutting themself against the fin desperately.
They wondered what Elliot would think. Maybe he’d like it. Maybe he was just as weird as they were. They hoped he was. They wanted nothing more than somebody who would indulge in all of their weird desires.
”Oh- Elliot…” They mumbled. They were basically holding the plushie in a mating press while they rubbed their clit right against the fin. It was starting to soak the plushie, but they would probably just wash it in the sink later.
”Mmnghhh….” They bucked their hips against it. They hadn’t felt this desperate to get their release in forever. They could probably do this for hours, too. They’d done it before. What else did they have to do in their room all day?
They whined. With how wet they were making the fin, it made it much easier to fuck themself against it. They pressed all the way down, whimpering pathetically at the sensation.
Finally, they came. They whined and stopped moving, panting heavily. They blinked a couple times and looked down at the plushie.
Most people would feel ashamed. What had they just done? Fucked themself against a gift their friend had gotten them?
Well not Two Time. They giggled and started to move again, going for a second round. It was like nothing they had before, and they needed more. More.
They had gone at it for almost thirty minutes before they finally got off of it. The fin was covered in their slick, which was a little gross when they thought about it. But they didnt really care.
With their trembling legs, they got up and put their boxers and sweatpants back on. They grabbed the plushie and quietly left their room, going down to the kitchen to wash it.
Most people would wonder what somebody was doing this late at night, in the kitchen washing a plushie. But Two Time did so many strange things that nobody would really question it. Not like anybody was awake anyways.
Once it was washed, they walked back up to their room and laid down, holding the plushie close to themself. They still had that unhinged grin. Elliot would be their’s one day.